I've had many memorable hunts. In 1979 we went to Junction on an invite hunt. They put me in an outhouse looking ratty blind on a hill above the camp house. It was still dark when they put me at the blind. As it started getting light I could make out animals under the feeder. When it started getting light I could make out one with pretty big antlers. As it got light I could make out a nice buck. When it got to be legal shooting time I took aim with my .270 and shot him in the neck. He hit the ground DRT. It was a nice eight point and one of the nicest deer I ever shot.

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